Lucius Malfoy (W.I.P.)

[Lucius Malfoy]

T. H. E. P. U. P. P. E. T. E. E. R.

What’s your name?: Seeker
How long have you been doing this?: 3 months now

Q. U. I. C .K . Q .U .I .Z

So… how did you discover this site? A certain neurotic female YM-ed the idea to me
How can we reach you?: PM please.

T. H. E. M. A. R. I. O. N. E. T. T. E.

Name: Lucius Malfoy
Age: 17
Gender: Male
House: Proud and Noble House of Slytherin
Blood Status: Pureblood
Eye Color: Mercurial Gray
Hair Color: Blond
Height: 6'2
Weight: 175 lbs
Year: 7th
Play-By: Boyd Holbrook

Canon or Original? Canon

Appearance: Coming from a very wealthy and powerful family of purebloods, Lucius at 6’2 stands proud and tall. He has longish blond locks, a complete contrast to his dark brows and lashes, that sometimes fall over and cover cold gray eyes and patrician features. Pale, with an almost marble-like skin, his build is more lean than heavily muscular, though he is far from being scrawny and lanky. He has that gait usual in nobles---chest out and shoulders squared while taking long, slow unhurried steps towards whatever destination he is going.

While not necessarily vain, Lucius likes to look his best always. He was brought up as the sole heir to the Malfoy fortune, therefore, it was his responsibility to not bring disgrace to the family name. Looking like a peasant was only one of the many ways that could make people look down on him. Lucius was taught that as the next Lord Malfoy, he has to keep up appearances. He tries hard to act like his father, and as Abraxas' only son, a lot of expectations are already being drawn out . As a result, he always acts older than the 17 year old he really is.

Opting for presence rather than charm, Lucius is stoic and quite arrogant. He rarely smiles or show any affection, always having instead that stony calculating glint in his eyes. On rare occasions that he isn’t emotionless, he can be found brooding in thought as if he’s got the whole world on his shoulders (though he’d rather be dead first that have anyone see him in this almost-vulnerable state). A guy of few words, he is, most of the time, quiet. He listens rather than speaks, knowing that a fool’s tongue is long enough to cut his own throat. When he talks though, his tone is always in a low, deep, bored drawl, common in boys raised in upperclass society, and his words are always sharp and cutting. Lucius is the type of guy who, if he wants something done, will use intimidation rather than flattery. He is a Malfoy, afterall. Malfoys don’t kiss ass. It would be very wise on your part to stay out of his way.


Wand Material: 12 ½ inches, Dragon Heartstring, Ash Wood
Wand Expertise: Transfiguration and Dark Arts
Patronus: Eagle
Boggart: Being disowned

Personality: {at least 2 paragraphs}

Likes:
*Quidditch and Flying (Come on! Which perfectly normal 17 year-old wizard doesn’t love quidditch?)
*Surprises
*Perks of being a Malfoy
*Transfiguration, Potions, and the Dark Arts
*The finer things in life
*Dueling
*Being on top and in control of things
*Slytherins
*Purebloods like him
*Narcissa Black (with utmost secrecy because he is already betrothed to her sister, Andromeda)

Dislikes:
~Having his life planned out by his parents
~Responsibilities of being a Malfoy
~Muggles and everything related to them
~Divination and Care of Magical Creatures
~Gryffindors
~Showing signs of emotion
~Being told what to do
~Losing
~His father (sometimes)

Strengths: {One or more paragraphs}

Weaknesses: {One or more paragraphs}


History: {at least 3 paragraphs}

Sample Post: Sebastian Aiden of CHB.

Sebastian casually crossed his arms and leaned his right shoulder against the gnarled trunk of a huge tree, silently observing his teammates at Zeus’ fist as they gathered and mingled and talked among themselves. Like his half-siblings, he had his quiver full of arrows strapped on his back and his stringed bow with him. As an Apollo kid, he was expected to be a great archer like his Father. Not that he wasn’t. Sebastian wasn’t really one to brag, but on the contrary, he has excellent aim, always accurate and true.

He didn’t have any armor on, knowing fully well that it will hinder his action in battle. Except for his weapons, he was just in his usual jeans and shirt attire. It wasn’t lost on Sebastian that archers needed to be quicker and more dexterous than any other warrior type because there is still that short vulnerable moment open to attacks when they’d be loading their bows with arrows. During those very brief, fleeting instances, archers are susceptible for the enemies’ offense. It was, therefore, necessary for any restriction on movements to be eliminated. Although Sebastian understood the importance of the armor, he had always thought that the best defense is a great offense. He can’t attack fully well if he felt himself held back with some piece of metal scrap.

And then, there was also the issue of losing ammunition. He only had 30 arrows with him, and unlike his brother, Nicky, Sebastian doesn’t have a magic refillable quiver. Hephy kids weren’t really that crazy to make him ammunition considering they belong to opposite sides for Capture the Flag. But he couldn’t blame them. Anybody would be a fool to give bread to their enemies during a war. Sebastian sincerely hoped those thirty were enough to at least get past the North Woods’ boundaries and into the South Woods. After all, what good is an archer without his arrows?

It was fortunate that he has his magic fork with him, therefore. Aside from working on his speed, his last year’s stay at Camp Half Blood was focused on improving his stamina and strength. He needed those to wield his other weapon. Sebastian thought back and supposed he had gotten better at it. If he did indeed run out of arrows during the course of CTF, at least, he can poke some Red Team’s face with his handy-dandy fork. He reached in his back pocket to check if it was still there, and smiled a little when he saw that it was.

Sebastian turned and saw just in time to see Shay walked towards the clearing. She looked haughty and imposing as usual, an aura of commanding presence surrounding her as she marched onwards. She looked fitting in her armor as the North’s Leader. Beautiful as always, he thought, eyes never leaving her form. Sebastian silently took in the sight of the Head of the Athena cabin, watching her as she moved towards the crowd. Somehow, she always manages to stand out. He really wasn't that far, but he was well-hidden in the shade, and he could see very clearly the way her eyes had glinted like cold steel when his brother, Keller, had said something to piss her off. To anyone who might be looking, Sebastian's expression was unreadable. Too composed and calm, even if a million thoughts had crossed his mind at that instant. He still hasn’t talked to her after their return from their quest. After what had happened…

He couldn’t, for the life of him, understand what possessed him to do such thing. Temporary Insanity, maybe? Sebastian always seemed to be having a lot of those moments when she’s around. What was it about her? he thought a bit frustratedly, as he tried to block all thoughts of the memory of that kiss, even as his lips tingled again in remembrance.

Things between them ever since they met at the beach had been awkward enough already, but yesterday, just after that quest… it was just plain uncomfortable. Uneasy and Nerve-wracking. And tensioned. As if there something simmering there just waiting to explode

Like the calm before the storm.

Not that he spoken with her yet, of course. He had been busy trying to avoid her, thinking of what he was going to say when they’ll finally get down to talking. Thank you? I’m sorry? Honestly, he couldn’t trust himself with words anymore. They always seemed to do him more harm than good when he uses them with her.

He looked on as a lot of people come up to her and watched as she talked to them in a straightforward manner. And then Sebastian saw her tensed up, a hand on her dagger, and realized that she was talking to another guy. He recognized him as Felix Edan, the Minor God Cabin’s Representative. Sebastian stared expressionless as Felix came closer to Shay, and except for the quick, slight furrowing on Sebastian’s brows when Felix held her hand and whispered something, there wasn’t any other indication to the onlookers that this bothered him.

And then the plans were laid out, and everybody was busy trying to contribute to them. He heard what she said about Noah Stetson, a Hades kid, taking out Roland Prescott, a Phobos kid, and he had to smile at that. The best way to combat fear is laughter, and Dionysus cabins had plenty of clowns. There was that tree-hugging Pokemon kid who was always following him and calling him brother, and that crazy girl, Nerissa, who fancied herself a scientist. And oh yeah, there was that Chase kid too whose foolish antics in trying to seduce the Ares cabin leader was downright hilarious. I mean, come on! French accents and drinks spiked with love potions? That was just plain funny. Send those three in with Noah, and he’ll have no problems with taking on Prescott.

He contented himself with observing from afar though, keeping his comments to himself as the low, excited buzz at Zeus’ Fist changed into loud, busy chatters. His thoughts were interrupted when the sound of Chiron’s familiar conch horn cut through the noise and vibrated in the air. He pushed himself upright with his shoulder and straightened up.

It has begun.

D. O. Y. O. U. S. W. E. A. R?

You’ve been informed of what you can and cannot do. You’ve been oriented on the current events happening all around us. You know that you must follow all the things that have been set before you. So now, are you sure you have what it takes to live in this treacherous era?

Seal it with your blood.

I solemnly swear that I, SEEKER, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining Phoenix, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.